In a small village in Shanyin, Yuezhou, Wang Zou was lying on the couch a little tired, his body was cold and hot.

This carved couch with a tent is the most decent furniture in the house, but the vermilion lacquer and painted have also been mottled and peeled off, although the tent is embroidered with patterns, the color can not be seen for a long time, and it is barely distinguishable that it is a few cranes.

These are two simple rooms, except for this large couch, there is only a high-legged table of eight immortals against the wall, two benches on the ground, and a suitcase with black lacquer and copper at the corners of the wall next to the couch.

There was also a clay pot on the ground in the northeast corner of the house, with a small half basin of water in it, which had been leaked by the rain two days before.

She was a lonely old woman, who had died a few years ago, and who lived alone by sewing clothes for others.

She suffered from some wind and cold a few days ago, and she didn't worry about it at first, but she happened to send a lot of sewing clothes these days, and she did more work to do it, but the cough has not improved, and she feels that it has worsened in the past few days.

Yesterday, Lang Zhong came to see her and prescribed a prescription, but she never went to grab the medicine.

Those medicines are not cheap, and after grabbing the medicines, she has done most of her work for half a month in vain.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, at this time, it would be nice if Xiaowen was at home.

Her Xiaowen is a promising child, who was admitted to fame at the age of eighteen and went to Chang'an to become an official.

What exactly are you doing? She couldn't tell clearly, in short, it was a big official she couldn't even think of, as if to say, she could see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince often!

That's the emperor's son, this huge world, there is only one emperor, I feel majestic when I think about it, Xiaowen can often see His Royal Highness the Prince!

Her little essay is the greatest pride of her life.

However, she hadn't seen her Xiaowen for many years, and the last time, when the old man died, Xiaowen came back from the capital and stayed at home for two years.

Her Xiaowen is a good official who is honest and honest, and when she came back last time, she left her a few pieces of money, although Xiaowen said that it was rewarded by His Royal Highness the Prince, and it was all clean money, she was still reluctant to ask for it. Xiaowen is in the capital, and there are many places to spend money!

Is Xiaowen doing well now, do the people in the capital praise him for being a good official?

Wang Zou lay groggily, and at some point, the dilapidated wooden door was pushed open with a "creak".

She forced herself to sit up, squinted her eyes, and saw through the dim light in the room that it was the same Lang Zhong she had invited yesterday.

Jiang ...... Jiang Langzhong ......, "She is a little at a loss, she obviously didn't call Lang Zhong today, she knows that Jiang Langzhong's consultation fee is not so cheap."

Lang Zhong, who was carrying the medicine box on his back, stepped forward, put a paper bag in his hand on the table of the Eight Immortals, and said, "You old woman is blessed, please ask the master of your clothes to hear that you are sick, and grab a side medicine for you, and fry it quickly!" ”

Wang Zou trembled and fell to the ground, dizzy, almost didn't fall to the ground, hurriedly held on to the edge of the couch, took a breath, and then asked, "But Liu Yuan's family?" ”

Jiang Langzhong responded casually, seeing her sickly appearance, I was afraid that I wouldn't have the strength to burn the fire and decoct the medicine, so he wrinkled his brows and said: "That's it, I'm a good person to the end, just fry the medicine for you, you can rest." ”

Wang Zou closed his eyes and rested for a while before he recovered a little, and sat back on the couch with great gratitude.

Jiang Langzhong went to the kitchen to take a look, took a branch and dialed it in the stove, and saw that there was still some charcoal, so he added a few handfuls of firewood to it, and found a clay pot, so he poured a packet of medicine into it, added a scoop of water, covered the lid and fried it.

After frying for about half an hour, Jiang Langzhong took a bowl, poured out the medicinal juice, and called Wang Zou: "Old woman, get up and drink the medicine!" ”

Wang Zou remembered that it would take an hour to fry the cold medicine in the past, so he asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it okay to fry it for a while?" ”

Jiang Langzhong was a little impatient: "Don't you believe that I am Langzhong, hurry up, while it's hot, I'm still in a hurry to go to another house!" ”

Wang Zou didn't say anything, took the medicine bowl, blew it, and drank it in one go.

Jiang Langzhong watched her finish drinking, and then walked to the kitchen, not forgetting to pour the medicine residue into an oiled paper bag and take it out.

After Wang Zou drank the medicine, he felt warm in his abdomen, and he seemed to be better for a while, so he lay back on the couch, covered the quilt, and thought that he should be better if he sweated.

When I first fell asleep, I was very stable, but when I slept at night, I only felt sweaty, and the old quilt was almost completely glued to my body, and I was almost out of breath. She wanted to reach out and pull the quilt, but the whole person became more and more prostrated and weak, and she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand.

I wanted to take a sip of warm water, but her faint ** in this dark night quickly dispersed, and no one heard the dying struggle of a sick old woman.

"Little ...... Text......"

The old, parched lips struggled to spit out the name that had been muttered every day, but there was no response, only the sound of the wind and the shadows of the trees moving the walls.

Wang Shuwen, who was far away in Chang'an, suddenly sat up from the couch.

He has not slept peacefully for the past few days, and for some reason, he always dreams that his old mother is sitting at the door of his house crying, and from time to time he lifts up his clothes to wipe away his tears.

Since he participated in the imperial examination and won the Jinshi, for nearly 20 years, he has been a waiter of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the East Palace, and has advised His Majesty in the East Palace. His Majesty is his heaven, and the first half of his life is almost entirely devoted to hard study, and the second half of his life is to assist His Majesty with all his might.

He was not a dutiful son, and his old mother still lived at home and was lonely.

In the past, His Majesty's position was not stable, and he was always walking on thin ice, so naturally he did not dare to take his family to the capital. Now that His Majesty has finally successfully ascended the throne, his status has also risen.

He had already made up his mind, and after a while, he would fight this tough battle in the court, the reform had some results, and His Majesty's throne was stable, so he asked His Majesty to give him a decent mansion and ask someone to go to Yuezhou to pick up his old mother to enjoy Qingfu.

But lately, I always feel as if something is going to happen. Is it because of the affairs in the court, the pressure is too great?

He couldn't sleep, his mind was chaotic, the things in the court, and the wrinkled face of the old mother, intertwined, but he couldn't understand anything.

In this way, he got up half-asleep and half-woke up to the time of the court, got up, washed up briefly, ate a bowl of soup cakes brought by the servant, changed into court clothes, and prepared to enter the palace to go to the court.

As soon as I walked to the door, I saw a person running in: "Mr. Wang! ”

Wang Shuwen looked at it, this person was dressed in a very ordinary cloth clothes, but it was the style of Yuezhou's hometown, thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be a little familiar, as if he was a fellow villager doing small business in the capital.

"Are you Brother Fu?"

The man nodded, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Wang Shuwen: "It's hard for Mr. Wang to remember that Mr. Wang still remembered that Mr. X went back to Shanyin not long ago, and Mr. brought a letter to him." ”

Wang Shuwen took the letter, and when he saw that it was the handwriting of the uncle in the clan, he didn't rush to open it, but asked, "Is it only this one?" ”

During his years in Chang'an, he did not receive many letters from his family. But every time I received a letter, almost always another letter from my mother's trustee came with it. She was illiterate, so she always asked Xiucai in the village to write in advance, and then came with her when someone wanted to send a letter to him.

Fu Ge'er is a clever person, and when he saw his expression, he didn't say much, but replied in a low voice: "Only this one." ”

Wang Shuwen's eyebrows suddenly twisted into an obvious pimple, so he asked, "You came from Shanyin, you can see your mother, is she okay?" ”

Fu Ge'er bowed slightly, his eyes were slightly evasive, and he didn't answer his question directly, but said, "Sir, let's read the letter first." ”

Wang Shuwen somehow, his heart suddenly "chuckled", and hurriedly opened the letter, the letter was not very long, the saying was that Wang Zou had been sick for a while, and he was tired, and he didn't get better after taking medicine, but his condition worsened, and he went for a while, or his aunt thought that he hadn't seen anyone for two days, and he didn't know until he went to see it. Some people in the neighborhood said that they had seen Lang Zhong surnamed Jiang go to see him twice, and when he asked Na Lang Zhong, the quack doctor was afraid of the crime and ran away.

The clansmen reported to the official, but Jiang Langzhong was originally a foreigner, and he fled again, and after examining the corpse, it was not poisoning, but the medicine he took was a little more violent and he couldn't stand it, and the matter had to be resolved.

The letter was concise and to the point, with a date at the end and the date on which Wang Zou's illness was discovered, without much doubt.

Wang Shuwen was like being hit by five thunderbolts for a while, standing there, unable to move for a long time, or the little guy behind him remembered to take some money and thank Brother Fu.

After a long time, Wang Shuwen came back to his senses, raised his head with red eyes, and saw that Brother Fu had not left, so he asked in a hoarse voice: "Is this ...... But really? ”

It was written in black and white, but he still looked at Fu Ge'er with anticipation, hoping that he would say that it was just a joke.

Fu Ge'er knew that Mr. Wang's family now had only this one old mother, and it was a little difficult to accept it for a while, but he was just a small businessman, and there was no ink in his stomach, so he couldn't think of anything to comfort this Hanlin University scholar, so he had to say in a low voice: "Mr. mourns." ”

Mourning, how can you mourn? Before he could bring his old mother to enjoy a day of happiness, his mother suddenly fell ill!

Brother Fu stood like this for a while, and saw that he had nothing else to ask, and that the most important question was about to be clearly written in the letter, so he bowed his head and saluted, and planned to leave.

Wang Shuwen's chaotic mind finally cleared up for a moment, remembered an extremely important event, and hurriedly ordered the little servant to reward Brother Fu with two more fine silks, and saluted him seriously, saying: "I will deal with this matter, and I bother you not to disclose it to others for the time being." ”

Brother Fu received his reward, and he didn't think about how much this matter had to do with it, and promised: "Since it was ordered by Mr. Wang, you should obey it." ”